Cashew Seed

"Ah…" She is so tickled that she is defenseless against his attacks. "You can choose to marry me or to die!" By then you will become the first person in history to die from tickling. "If you dare to reject me, I will make sure to ravish you until you yield to me."
He is the hegemon in the business circles. He is the mysterious big boss that calls the shots. He is cold, ruthless and cruel. He would resort to unscrupulous divisive tactics to achieve his goals, making people tremble with fear.
One day, a group of bachelors asks him with tears in their eyes, "Big boss, what makes sister-in-law fall head over heels for you?" He arches his eyebrow. "I love and pamper her, so that she only has eyes for me."
She turns furious at his reply. "Damn! You are shameless, can't you phrase it in a nicer way?
"I love three things in this Universe. The Sun, the Moon and you. The Sun for the morning, the Moon for the night, and you forever!" 
"…"

Stubborn Love of a Roguish Scion

"Okay, my hometown has a technique the chopstick deity uses to predict your firstborn's gender. My wooden chopsticks are experienced in this. Sister-in-law and you should grab hold of the tails of the chopsticks and align the heads of the chopsticks. That's right, just like this."

"Okay, stay that way and do not move." The man aligned the heads of the two pairs of chopsticks.

"Just remain like this and don't move. Do not use any strength at all. Boss, I will be addressing you directly by name, okay?"

Mo Jiangye furrowed his eyebrows, his face laced with suspicion.

"Mo Jiangye's first baby! Sister-in-law and Boss, you both have to repeat this sentence. If the chopsticks begin to move apart on both sides, then your first child will be a boy. If the chopsticks move inwards, that means your first child will be a girl."

"Damn, what kind of superstition is this?"

The First Child Is A Boy